"The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling - a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension - becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it."
'I should love that,' she said, 'but will you give me one of your lucky numbers to play on?'
'I have no lucky numbers,' said Bond unsmilingly.
He pushed over a flat white box of cigarettes and he sat down and took a cigarette and lit it. It was the most wonderful cigarette he had ever tasted - the mildest and sweetest of Turkish tobacco in a slim long oval tube with an elegant gold cresent.
If there was one thing that set James really moving in life, with the exception of gun-play, it was being passed at speed by a pretty girl; and it was his experience that girls who drove competitively like that were always pretty - and exciting."